The son-in-law of the beautiful president

Chapter 68 Golden Chamber Needle Technique

"Dean Zhang, I leave it to you."

Cang Chen was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he directly blamed Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo coughed dryly, cleared his throat and said, "Doctor Xie, just follow what Dean Cang said, you go and prepare the equipment for MRI on the patient's brain."

The fat doctor surnamed Xie reluctantly turned around to leave the operating room, but Cang Chen said flatly, "No need."

A few people were wondering when they saw Cang Chen holding a silver needle with his thumb and second finger in his right hand, making a gesture to stab the Baihui acupoint on the top of the old woman's head.

"You are crazy!"

The fat doctor surnamed Xie couldn't help but exclaimed: "You know that there is fluid in her brain, but you are giving her an injection now, that will most likely cause the fluid to spread!"

The corners of Zhang Mo's eyes twitched, and he subconsciously glanced at Gu Feng.

Gu Feng's eyes fell on the head of the old woman on the operating table, and he muttered, "Cang Chen, how sure are you?"

Cang Chen shrugged his shoulders and said: "I want to say it is [-]%, but I am afraid that someone will say that I am exaggerating. Don't worry, Dean Gu, my acupuncture drainage is at least much more convenient and quicker than surgical drainage, and the late infection The probability is extremely low. What's more, didn't you ask me to help reduce the risk of surgery?"

Hearing this, the fat doctor's complexion became even uglier, and he wanted to get mad, but Zhang Mo stopped him with his eyes.

On Zhang Mo's side, his face blushed and he deliberately turned his gaze to other directions.It was indeed his and Gu Feng's idea to ask Cang Chen for help, but now they are worried because they are worried that Cang Chen's skills will not pass the level, and they really did not behave properly in this matter.

Only Gu Feng looked at Cang Chen firmly and said, "Cang Chen, do it, I believe in your acupuncture."

Cang Chen nodded, and suddenly licked the corner of the fat doctor's mouth and said, "Dr. Xie, today I will show you what is called Chinese medicine!"

As soon as the words fell, Cang Chen's finger holding the needle swirled in the air, and the silver needle pierced Baihui on the top of the old woman's head with incomparable speed like an invisible lightning.

"Knock on Heaven's Gate!"

Gu Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't help but exclaimed, "This is the Golden Chamber... Acupuncture?"

"Yes."

While Cang Chen pricked the acupuncture points on the top of the old woman's head with silver needles like a ghostly axe, he calmly said: "What comes out is the well, what slips is the Xing, what is injected is the infusion, what you do is the meridian, what you enter is the Combine. Twelve needles in the golden chamber, one knocking on the heavenly gate to kill the soul, two pointing the sky lamp to suffocate, three mending the sky to crack the blood, and four cutting the sky to fill the veins..."

The Twelve Needles in the Golden Chamber, known as the acupuncture technique that kills the sky, Gu Feng was only lucky enough to witness it in some ancient books, but he never knew that this acupuncture technique actually existed.

If the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate is the pinnacle of Chinese acupuncture and moxibustion, then the Twelve Needles of the Golden Chamber can definitely be called a stroke of magic.

Both have become almost legendary existences so far.

Gu Feng observed Cang Chen's needle movement, insertion and retraction as if appreciating a wonderful work of art, and his admiration for Cang Chen was almost transformed into sincere admiration in his heart.

"glassware!"

At this moment, Cang Chen's cry suddenly woke up the four people who were guarding the operating room as spectators.

Dean Zhang Mo was the first to react, and hurriedly fetched a wide-mouthed glass bottle from the instrument rack and handed it to Cang Chen.

However, Cang Chen did not reach out to pick it up, but raised his chin to indicate the direction of the top of the old woman's head, and said, "Aim the mouth of the bottle at the Baihui acupoint on the top of the patient's head, this will be the place where the effusion will come out."

Zhang Mo was about to move, but the fat doctor surnamed Xie hurried forward and said courteously: "Dean, let me do it."

As he spoke, he took the glass bottle with both hands, and put the bottle on the bottle.

"Go down!"

At this time, Cang Chen suddenly said something.

The fat doctor turned pale, but he still moved the mouth of the bottle down two inches.

"It's too much, go up an inch."

Unexpectedly, waiting for him was yet another unceremonious order from Cang Chen.

"you……"

The fat doctor wondered if this Cang Chen deliberately took revenge on him. It can be seen that the director Zhang Mo, the director of the branch of traditional Chinese medicine Gu Feng and that colleague were all looking at him. an inch.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the fat doctor saw clearly that the silver needle, which was originally ordinary, trembled sharply between Cang Chen's fingers, and even made a clear and pleasant humming sound.

Then Cang Chen shot like lightning, and instantly aimed the silver needle at the old woman's Baihui acupoint and pierced it.

This time the silver needle almost completely penetrated the body, the fat doctor was so startled that his eyeballs almost doubled, and he almost didn't suspect that Cang Chen was committing murder.

However, at the next moment, after Cang Chen retracted the needle, a cloudy and pungent liquid suddenly shot out from the needle hole, and it was flowing into the glass container tightly held by the fat doctor.

I have to admit the accuracy of Cang Chen's prediction in advance. If he Xie Kun didn't put the glass bottle mouth in place, once the accumulated fluid splashes out and contaminates the wound on the top of the old woman's head or the surrounding medical equipment, the loss will be caused. will be immeasurable.

"call!"

When the last drop of turbid liquid dripped out, Xie Kun finally breathed a sigh of relief, carefully placed the glass vessel on the equipment rack, and covered it with a glass bottle cap.

"The effusion has been completely removed, and now we can perform surgery for cerebellar pituitary abnormality!"

Cang Chen put away the silver needle after sterilizing it, turned around and told Xie Kun: "Use the MRI to carefully check all directions on the top of the patient's head to ensure that each part is under normal body mechanism. Half an hour Then start the surgery!"

Xie Kun no longer had the previous contempt and disdain, and hurried out to make arrangements.

He was the closest and saw the whole discharge process most clearly. Cang Chen's way of urging the liquid with silver needles had to amaze him.

At that time, the flow rate of the effusion gradually slowed down. Originally, he thought that the last residual fluid would be a troublesome matter. Unexpectedly, Cang Chen was so bold that he directly pricked the muscles around the Baihui acupoint on the top of the old woman's head with the tip of a needle, stimulating The acupoints shrank, and the residual fluid was squeezed out abruptly.

Although this technique is bold, the effect it can achieve is even more perfect than that of taking fluid from a craniotomy.

To be honest, from that moment on, Xie Kun was completely overwhelmed by the young but skilled Cang Chen in front of him.

The MRI took about 10 minutes, and the results showed that the other functions of the old man's brain were in good condition.

The operation will begin in 10 minutes.

During this period, five people, including Zhang Mo and Gu Feng, did not leave the operating room. On the one hand, they were discussing the best plan for craniotomy, and on the other hand, they were observing the old woman's physical condition from a quiet distance, so as to avoid abnormalities and make timely interventions. Adjustment.

(End of this chapter)